"How could one survive in the Profound Heaven?" Feng Yiju chuckled and shook his head, slowly descending from the sky.

The steward stopped talking. At his realm, he disdained to lie.

Luo Rujin looked at Feng Yiju: "Sect Leader Feng, you don't think that with the Mountain Soul Battlefield, the Profound Heaven is helpless, do you?"

Did he really think that the Profound Heaven Sect had been vegetating for tens of thousands of years?

He took out a formation disk, threw it into the sky, and shouted: "Ancient Spirit Formation, open!"@@novelbin@@

"Sect Leader Feng, guess, why is there no trace of evil energy here despite the chaos in Dongyun for thousands of years?"

Mountains and rivers have their spirits, and they also have their brutality; cultivators have their kindness, and they also have their evil.

Feng Yiju slowly landed, chuckling: "I should thank the Profound Heaven Sect for setting up sixteen Ancient Spirit Formation altars, hidden under the earth's veins, absorbing the evil energy of Dongyun. Otherwise, with the chaos of Dongyun Mountain, it would have become a place of demons' dance."

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